Post by moonlight on Oct 12, 2008 8:59:36 GMT -6
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Name: Black Skies Over Malaya {MALAYA}
Gender: Female
Age: 1 Winters
Birth Date: August 20, 2006
Type: Mackenzie Valley Wolf
-36 inches tall
-140 pounds
-58 inches long
Appearance
Malaya is a stunning female wolf. Her fur, which is lengthy and delicate looking, appears to be as soft and precious as silk and it falls over her strong muscular figure in thin wispy strands. She is mostly whitish-Grey, but she is dappled in some places in cream and black. The rims of her ears are onyx colored, making them appear perked and alert. Her nose is an inky black, appearing moist and extremely healthy. Malaya has pale yellow eyes, they seem to be almost the same color as the moon on some nights, and in darkness they glow like yellow orbs, shaking her enemies to the bone. Her forehead is decorated in a light silver color, and the underside of her tail is tipped in shades of brown and black.
Malaya is a huge wolf, as many Mackenzie Valley Wolfs are. She carries herself on elongated muscular legs, and each of her paws are tipped with huge inky black claws. Her body is well built, not stocky, but broad with pure muscle, she is truly 140 pounds of pure muscle. She has a wide snout, decorated with ivory whiskers that are barely even visible, except for the sight full and those who study her appearance well.
Personality:
Malaya is extremely short tempered. She is usually quick to fight instead of trying to talk out problems. She is extremely territorial, and does not take kindly to trespassers on her territory. She is extremely snappish, but like all she has a soft side, it is just buried DEEP inside of her. She loves to have power and she is extremely ambitious. She is usually most kind to those inferior to her, and is more vicious toward those who have more power than her.
There is really no type of wolf she likes more than others. When it comes to males, she doesn't judge by appearance, but personality. She doesn't care about mates yet. Some say she is simply immature, and will soon start having a growing urge to have a mate, but she doesn't believe this to be true. She simply doesn't feel it necessary in such a short life to have a mate, maybe she is just grumpy because her eyes haven't been opened by that special someone?
Malaya doesn't mind friends, if anyone will come close enough to her to be friends, or have to deal with her short tempered and snappish attitude, but she only seems to like friends 'with benefits' otherwise, she seems to be only friends with someone if she can get something out of it.
History:
Birth
Malaya, or Black Skies Over Malaya as she was originally named, was born on a dark stormy night in a desolate country. Her mom, who was heavily pregnant, couldn't find a place to properly birth her pups, so she was forced to give birth to her pups in the middle of a huge grassy field on a stormy night. Overhead, black clouds boomed angrily, and lighting struck over and over again, lighting up the sky for brief moments. Her mother gave birth to 4 pups. One was dead from the start, and between sobs her mother choked out the dead pup's name: Forever Shining Star. Her mother figured all hope was lost at the sight of the dead pup. She thought all the rest of the pups were dead. Upon noticing the second pup, who was alive and breathing, she was shocked. A pup had survived! She named this pup Grief Saving Abella. Abella meant breath. Nudging the pup closer to her belly to suckle on the warm milk, she focused on the other pups carefully. The next pup she noticed was frail looking, and extremely weak. It feebling attempting to pull closer to its mother's belly, but it couldn't. She knew this pup would die. Grief swept over her, but she knew she must stay strong for the surving pups. They needed her. She mournfully called the pup's name into the night: Always Zerenity. Zerenity meant Calm. She carefully nudged Zerenity into her belly to nurse as she looked over at the last remaining pup. Though it was only newborn, it was larger than the rest of the pups. It's small paws gripped into the ground, pushing itself closer to her mom. Its will to live was strong even on a cold night such as this one. The pup didn't even flinch as freezing cold rain splashed her back. Her mother named this pup Black Skies Over Malaya, for the stormy night on which this pup was born. And so the struggle began.
x/Three Days Later..
Two small pups whimpered, waking their mother from a deep sleep. She tilted her head to the sky, the sun was just beginning to show itself, rising slowly above the horizon. The two pups suckled, but no milk was left in their mother. She had not eaten for three days, nor had anyone passed by to help her. She had waited, afraid to leave the only two pups remaining. Abella and Malaya, as well as their mother were extremely thin, and the pups cried in hunger. She tilted her head to scent around her, no prey seemed to be nearby. She knew it was time to move on, it was not safe to stay in the same place for even a short period of time. She had only one problem: She could only carry one pup at a time. She knew she must leave one behind, and the pain gripped at her heart as she looked at two freshly covered holes: the graves of her other two pups. She knew immediately which pup she would take: Malaya. Malaya was the strongest, and had the best chance at surviving. She gripped Malaya's scruff softly, and Malaya whimpered in protest. The mother walked away from from her pup, not looking back, with Malaya in her jaws as tears streamed down her cheek.
x/Six Weeks Old/x
Malaya played happily outside of the new found den. She chased the dragonflies eagerly, knocking them down with her outstretched paws. She was awaiting her mother to return from her hunt, today she would try her first piece of meat. Her belly growled angrily, warning the butterfly she was stalking to fly away to evade capture. She silently cursed under her breath as she looked for a new unexpeting creature to stalk. Her large yellow eyes scanned the surrounding grass carefully, but her search was unnecessary because at that moment, her mom emerged from the tall grass carrying a rabbit in her clamped jaws.
"Come"
her mom barked before trotting into the den.
Malaya followed eagerly, her mouth watering at the smell of the freshly caught rabbit.
"Eat"
her mom ordered.
Malaya dipped her eager head toward the rabbit, opening her jaws preparing to take a bite. The warm and delicious scent overwhelmed her, and she could hardly think straight. She touched the inside of her mouth to the rabbit's fur, and snapped at it quickly, taking a mouthful. She chewed carefully, her teeth were still poorly developed so it was hard. The rabbit was warm, juicy and delicious, it even tasted better than it smelt! It was wonderful, way better than milk.
"Thats enough for now"
her mom growled.
"You don't want to overwork your digestive system."
Malaya settled onto the cool cave floor, her paws were itching for a run. She was ready for HER first hunt. The flavor still danced on her tongue, intimidating her to take another bite, but she couldn't, her mom would be angry if she disobeyed her.
x/First Hunt
There comes a day in every wolf's life where it is time for their first hunt. This is a HUGE event in their life, it is the difference between life and death. Life because the wolf CAN hunt, which means they will eat. Death if the wolf can't hunt. Death if it can't feed itself. Death from starvation. A mother can't suckle her pups forever, nor can she feed them herself forever, one wolf can only catch so much prey if any. There are many a time when a wolf comes home empty mouthed, and the growl of her stomach echos off the cave walls like an angry monster. Malaya was 7 months, it was time for her first hunt. She had followed her mother on plenty of hunts, she knew how to hunt but she had never hunted herself. No doubt adrenaline flooded her youthful body, and the small muscles that developed under her silky coat. Her mother could tell something was wrong with her. The way Malaya looked at her, it just wasn't right, it was almost ambitious, vengeful and even hateful at times. As much as she hated to admit it, she was ready to get rid of Malaya, pretend she had never had pups and find a new mate. Hopefully Malaya could hunt, if not she would simply have to disappear in the snow, Malaya wasn't strong enough to track her. Malaya would starve, maybe die, and then the mother would have no one to worry about anymore.
Oh how she missed the times when she only had to worry about herself, now she had an extra mouthful to feed, another s-blocked- of fur to look after and she was sick of it. Some might call the mother hateful, and even abusive toward her pup, but there was never a day when she lacked in caring for her pup, and maybe it was time for Malaya to take care of herself.
Come
she muttered to Malaya, the mother seemed to not say much but utter a few words.
Malaya happily followed her mother. She was nearly hyperventilating with excitement. Her first hunt! She was ready to explode with eagerness. Soon she would be able to live on her own. She would not have to follow around her mother like a stupid pup. She hated being so dependent on anyone. Her mother told her to hunt herself, and she would be watching. Eager to prove she could live on her own, Malaya stalked through the snowy forests quietly, her sodden paws barely making a sound against the cold snow. A quiet breeze sent the mouth-watering scent of a rabbit toward her nose, and her whole body tensed, preparing to carefully stalk then kill the rabbit. She placed one foot in front of the other, carefully approaching the irresistible scent.
Soon
she promised herself.
Soon I will be able to taste it.
Malaya approached the rabbit with elaborate carefulness, worried that one stray step would send the rabbit fleeing into the nearest hole. She crouched close to the ground as she was near enough to spring onto the rabbit. The suspense was killing her. All around her delicate snowflakes were falling to the ground, calling into the forest with their soft pitter patters. She was thankful for the wind blowing toward her, or the rabbit would have already scented her.
Malaya carefully placed all her weight into her haunches, just as she had seen her mother do many times, and she prepared to spring onto the rabbit. She imagined her thirsty jaws clamping onto the rabbits throat, giving it a quick killing blow and feeling the warm blood leaking into her mouth. The thought sent her into a frenzy of excitement.
Malaya realized how long she had been crouching here, and she knew the time had to be soon or the rabbit would move on. She looked on at the rabbit, feeling slightly sorry for it. It was so helpless, and it had no chance. The wave of sorrow was soon replaced by hunger.
Who cares about a stupid rabbit
she thought to herself. At that thought, she pushed herself off her strong haunches, and speedily flew through the air directly toward the rabbit. It all happened so fast the rabbit had no time to react. Soon, all of her heavy weight rest on top the rabbit, and it gave out a mournfully yelp. She flashed her teeth at the rabbit before giving it the bite. She enjoyed feeling her power, and the rabbit's weakness. She quickly snapped her hungry jaws on the rabbit's throat, enjoying the warm pleasant feeling of the scarlet blood dripping off of her muzzle, and the sweet taste it left in her mouth. Proudly, she carried the rabbit through the snow looking for her mother. A scarlet trail of blood painted the snow behind her.
x/A Desolate Journey
Malaya was exactly one year old now, today was her birthday, and yet this would not be a happy occasion. Malaya had decided many full moons ago that she would not always stay with her mother, the only question was WHEN would she leave. Sunrises ago, Malaya's mind had snatched the thought that she would leave on her birthday.
The sky even seemed to show sorrow, as clouds coated the sky and leaked heavy raindrops. It was a sure repeat of her birth 12 full moons ago. The sky seemed to show the omen that this would be a sorrowful night, but who would it be a mournful night for? Malaya or her mother? Malaya brushed off the thought eagerly. She would not be grief struck. It was her decision, a decision she had eagerly awaited. Her heart was cold, no doubt about that. She cared for no one but herself, she was greedy and selfish. She only longed for violence, and could easily outmatch her own mother, and she was only a quarter as old as her. Malaya stood tall above her mother, and she was defiantly more beautiful, but you can never judge a book by its cover, Malaya was defiantly more evil. Freezing cold rain drops splashed on her silky pelt, mazing its way through her fur, and streaming onto the ground in splashes that barely seemed audible over the heavy rain.
Malaya approached her mom, she was content on saying very little, showing her mom how it felt when someone only uttered a few words on an entirely important subject.
I'm leaving
she growled over the roaring rain.
Her mother simply nodded her silver head, her eyes gleamed mournfully though she tried to not show it. A single drop trickled down her cheek. Was it from the pouring rain, or was it a teardrop? Malaya didn't care, nor did she stick around long enough to find out. Without another word she began her endless and desolate journey in the pouring rain. The lightning boomed overhead only giving a few moments of light to guide her paw steps.
Malaya would never have a permanent home. She roamed the land, and stayed only for a few sunrises at the most in prey filled areas. She traveled alone, meeting few along her path. And so her 'history' ends here. Now, the rest of her history is yet to come
Health:
Health Issues; None
Scars; One of the back of her throat. About 6 inches long, one inch wide. Extends across the back of her throat. Slightly noticeable. From a battle in which a wolf tried to kill her by biting her neck.
Mental State; Malaya has a horrible temperament. She is quick to fight at the first harsh word directed toward her. Unlike other females, she could currently care less whether or not she finds a mate.
Image:
i99.photobucket.com/albums/l296/chaser_4_lyfe/wolf.jpg
Clan: Undecided
Herd: None
Mate: None
Friends: None
Family: Stated Above
Species: Wolf. (Makenzie Valley Wolf)
Role Play Sample:
Malaya drug herself into the dark but cozy cave on blistered bloody paws. As she came to a safe place, Malaya lay on the hard stone floor of the cave. Her muscles screamed and ached under the unbearable weight of her large body, but she put up with it as she had something over her head to shelter her, which hadn't occurred in a while. She weakly lifted her front blood caked paw up to her face to examine it, and considering she lay right next to the entrance of the cave, just enough light leaked through to reveal the sight of her paw. The paw was cracked, muddy, caked with blood, and unbelievably sore, which was expected from the endless traveling she had been doing. Her fur was covered in a film of sooty dust that had clung to her once beautiful silky silver fur from the breezes that had flowed constantly over the moors she had crossed.
With yellow orbs, Malaya searched over the sight which was her body. Huge, thick muscles made up the undercoat of her pelt. They were rock hard and solid. She was a large wolf for her breed, and she had muscles from the strength needed for the strenuous traveling much of her life had been made up of. Her long luscious fur was covered with a film of dust, but it still glimmered beautifully in the setting sun.
Malaya tilted her head slightly to scent the air around her. The damp scent of the depths of the cave met her nose, and she blinked in surprise at the scent of something else. When one is tired, ones senses aren't mearly as strong as they usually are, so she couldn't recognize the foreign smell but she knew it was coming from the depths of the cave. Pitch blackness made it impossible to see the shape hidden in the depths of the cave, which angered Malaya. Soon, a new burst of energy flooded her body.
Malaya's throat produced a threatening growl which bounced off the walls of the cave in a seemingly endless echo. The sound of her challenge was sung throughout the cave as it became louder and louder until her ears rung with the sound. She flexed her muscles proudly under her pelt and stood up on numbed paws as she bared her large ivory and sharp teeth at the corners of her curled up lips. Her once calm sleepy eyes rolled back slightly in anger and challenge.
Malaya was the kind of wolf who was short tempered.. If someone tried to challenge her back rather than treating her as superior, she would leap at their throat.. no questions asked. She hated feeling inferior, she thought of herself as Superior to all.
Malaya's fierce yellow orbs stared into the blank darkness and waited for the whimper or returning growl of the animal in the depths of the cave.
Name: Black Skies Over Malaya {MALAYA}
Gender: Female
Age: 1 Winters
Birth Date: August 20, 2006
Type: Mackenzie Valley Wolf
-36 inches tall
-140 pounds
-58 inches long
Appearance
Malaya is a stunning female wolf. Her fur, which is lengthy and delicate looking, appears to be as soft and precious as silk and it falls over her strong muscular figure in thin wispy strands. She is mostly whitish-Grey, but she is dappled in some places in cream and black. The rims of her ears are onyx colored, making them appear perked and alert. Her nose is an inky black, appearing moist and extremely healthy. Malaya has pale yellow eyes, they seem to be almost the same color as the moon on some nights, and in darkness they glow like yellow orbs, shaking her enemies to the bone. Her forehead is decorated in a light silver color, and the underside of her tail is tipped in shades of brown and black.
Malaya is a huge wolf, as many Mackenzie Valley Wolfs are. She carries herself on elongated muscular legs, and each of her paws are tipped with huge inky black claws. Her body is well built, not stocky, but broad with pure muscle, she is truly 140 pounds of pure muscle. She has a wide snout, decorated with ivory whiskers that are barely even visible, except for the sight full and those who study her appearance well.
Personality:
Malaya is extremely short tempered. She is usually quick to fight instead of trying to talk out problems. She is extremely territorial, and does not take kindly to trespassers on her territory. She is extremely snappish, but like all she has a soft side, it is just buried DEEP inside of her. She loves to have power and she is extremely ambitious. She is usually most kind to those inferior to her, and is more vicious toward those who have more power than her.
There is really no type of wolf she likes more than others. When it comes to males, she doesn't judge by appearance, but personality. She doesn't care about mates yet. Some say she is simply immature, and will soon start having a growing urge to have a mate, but she doesn't believe this to be true. She simply doesn't feel it necessary in such a short life to have a mate, maybe she is just grumpy because her eyes haven't been opened by that special someone?
Malaya doesn't mind friends, if anyone will come close enough to her to be friends, or have to deal with her short tempered and snappish attitude, but she only seems to like friends 'with benefits' otherwise, she seems to be only friends with someone if she can get something out of it.
History:
Birth
Malaya, or Black Skies Over Malaya as she was originally named, was born on a dark stormy night in a desolate country. Her mom, who was heavily pregnant, couldn't find a place to properly birth her pups, so she was forced to give birth to her pups in the middle of a huge grassy field on a stormy night. Overhead, black clouds boomed angrily, and lighting struck over and over again, lighting up the sky for brief moments. Her mother gave birth to 4 pups. One was dead from the start, and between sobs her mother choked out the dead pup's name: Forever Shining Star. Her mother figured all hope was lost at the sight of the dead pup. She thought all the rest of the pups were dead. Upon noticing the second pup, who was alive and breathing, she was shocked. A pup had survived! She named this pup Grief Saving Abella. Abella meant breath. Nudging the pup closer to her belly to suckle on the warm milk, she focused on the other pups carefully. The next pup she noticed was frail looking, and extremely weak. It feebling attempting to pull closer to its mother's belly, but it couldn't. She knew this pup would die. Grief swept over her, but she knew she must stay strong for the surving pups. They needed her. She mournfully called the pup's name into the night: Always Zerenity. Zerenity meant Calm. She carefully nudged Zerenity into her belly to nurse as she looked over at the last remaining pup. Though it was only newborn, it was larger than the rest of the pups. It's small paws gripped into the ground, pushing itself closer to her mom. Its will to live was strong even on a cold night such as this one. The pup didn't even flinch as freezing cold rain splashed her back. Her mother named this pup Black Skies Over Malaya, for the stormy night on which this pup was born. And so the struggle began.
x/Three Days Later..
Two small pups whimpered, waking their mother from a deep sleep. She tilted her head to the sky, the sun was just beginning to show itself, rising slowly above the horizon. The two pups suckled, but no milk was left in their mother. She had not eaten for three days, nor had anyone passed by to help her. She had waited, afraid to leave the only two pups remaining. Abella and Malaya, as well as their mother were extremely thin, and the pups cried in hunger. She tilted her head to scent around her, no prey seemed to be nearby. She knew it was time to move on, it was not safe to stay in the same place for even a short period of time. She had only one problem: She could only carry one pup at a time. She knew she must leave one behind, and the pain gripped at her heart as she looked at two freshly covered holes: the graves of her other two pups. She knew immediately which pup she would take: Malaya. Malaya was the strongest, and had the best chance at surviving. She gripped Malaya's scruff softly, and Malaya whimpered in protest. The mother walked away from from her pup, not looking back, with Malaya in her jaws as tears streamed down her cheek.
x/Six Weeks Old/x
Malaya played happily outside of the new found den. She chased the dragonflies eagerly, knocking them down with her outstretched paws. She was awaiting her mother to return from her hunt, today she would try her first piece of meat. Her belly growled angrily, warning the butterfly she was stalking to fly away to evade capture. She silently cursed under her breath as she looked for a new unexpeting creature to stalk. Her large yellow eyes scanned the surrounding grass carefully, but her search was unnecessary because at that moment, her mom emerged from the tall grass carrying a rabbit in her clamped jaws.
"Come"
her mom barked before trotting into the den.
Malaya followed eagerly, her mouth watering at the smell of the freshly caught rabbit.
"Eat"
her mom ordered.
Malaya dipped her eager head toward the rabbit, opening her jaws preparing to take a bite. The warm and delicious scent overwhelmed her, and she could hardly think straight. She touched the inside of her mouth to the rabbit's fur, and snapped at it quickly, taking a mouthful. She chewed carefully, her teeth were still poorly developed so it was hard. The rabbit was warm, juicy and delicious, it even tasted better than it smelt! It was wonderful, way better than milk.
"Thats enough for now"
her mom growled.
"You don't want to overwork your digestive system."
Malaya settled onto the cool cave floor, her paws were itching for a run. She was ready for HER first hunt. The flavor still danced on her tongue, intimidating her to take another bite, but she couldn't, her mom would be angry if she disobeyed her.
x/First Hunt
There comes a day in every wolf's life where it is time for their first hunt. This is a HUGE event in their life, it is the difference between life and death. Life because the wolf CAN hunt, which means they will eat. Death if the wolf can't hunt. Death if it can't feed itself. Death from starvation. A mother can't suckle her pups forever, nor can she feed them herself forever, one wolf can only catch so much prey if any. There are many a time when a wolf comes home empty mouthed, and the growl of her stomach echos off the cave walls like an angry monster. Malaya was 7 months, it was time for her first hunt. She had followed her mother on plenty of hunts, she knew how to hunt but she had never hunted herself. No doubt adrenaline flooded her youthful body, and the small muscles that developed under her silky coat. Her mother could tell something was wrong with her. The way Malaya looked at her, it just wasn't right, it was almost ambitious, vengeful and even hateful at times. As much as she hated to admit it, she was ready to get rid of Malaya, pretend she had never had pups and find a new mate. Hopefully Malaya could hunt, if not she would simply have to disappear in the snow, Malaya wasn't strong enough to track her. Malaya would starve, maybe die, and then the mother would have no one to worry about anymore.
Oh how she missed the times when she only had to worry about herself, now she had an extra mouthful to feed, another s-blocked- of fur to look after and she was sick of it. Some might call the mother hateful, and even abusive toward her pup, but there was never a day when she lacked in caring for her pup, and maybe it was time for Malaya to take care of herself.
Come
she muttered to Malaya, the mother seemed to not say much but utter a few words.
Malaya happily followed her mother. She was nearly hyperventilating with excitement. Her first hunt! She was ready to explode with eagerness. Soon she would be able to live on her own. She would not have to follow around her mother like a stupid pup. She hated being so dependent on anyone. Her mother told her to hunt herself, and she would be watching. Eager to prove she could live on her own, Malaya stalked through the snowy forests quietly, her sodden paws barely making a sound against the cold snow. A quiet breeze sent the mouth-watering scent of a rabbit toward her nose, and her whole body tensed, preparing to carefully stalk then kill the rabbit. She placed one foot in front of the other, carefully approaching the irresistible scent.
Soon
she promised herself.
Soon I will be able to taste it.
Malaya approached the rabbit with elaborate carefulness, worried that one stray step would send the rabbit fleeing into the nearest hole. She crouched close to the ground as she was near enough to spring onto the rabbit. The suspense was killing her. All around her delicate snowflakes were falling to the ground, calling into the forest with their soft pitter patters. She was thankful for the wind blowing toward her, or the rabbit would have already scented her.
Malaya carefully placed all her weight into her haunches, just as she had seen her mother do many times, and she prepared to spring onto the rabbit. She imagined her thirsty jaws clamping onto the rabbits throat, giving it a quick killing blow and feeling the warm blood leaking into her mouth. The thought sent her into a frenzy of excitement.
Malaya realized how long she had been crouching here, and she knew the time had to be soon or the rabbit would move on. She looked on at the rabbit, feeling slightly sorry for it. It was so helpless, and it had no chance. The wave of sorrow was soon replaced by hunger.
Who cares about a stupid rabbit
she thought to herself. At that thought, she pushed herself off her strong haunches, and speedily flew through the air directly toward the rabbit. It all happened so fast the rabbit had no time to react. Soon, all of her heavy weight rest on top the rabbit, and it gave out a mournfully yelp. She flashed her teeth at the rabbit before giving it the bite. She enjoyed feeling her power, and the rabbit's weakness. She quickly snapped her hungry jaws on the rabbit's throat, enjoying the warm pleasant feeling of the scarlet blood dripping off of her muzzle, and the sweet taste it left in her mouth. Proudly, she carried the rabbit through the snow looking for her mother. A scarlet trail of blood painted the snow behind her.
x/A Desolate Journey
Malaya was exactly one year old now, today was her birthday, and yet this would not be a happy occasion. Malaya had decided many full moons ago that she would not always stay with her mother, the only question was WHEN would she leave. Sunrises ago, Malaya's mind had snatched the thought that she would leave on her birthday.
The sky even seemed to show sorrow, as clouds coated the sky and leaked heavy raindrops. It was a sure repeat of her birth 12 full moons ago. The sky seemed to show the omen that this would be a sorrowful night, but who would it be a mournful night for? Malaya or her mother? Malaya brushed off the thought eagerly. She would not be grief struck. It was her decision, a decision she had eagerly awaited. Her heart was cold, no doubt about that. She cared for no one but herself, she was greedy and selfish. She only longed for violence, and could easily outmatch her own mother, and she was only a quarter as old as her. Malaya stood tall above her mother, and she was defiantly more beautiful, but you can never judge a book by its cover, Malaya was defiantly more evil. Freezing cold rain drops splashed on her silky pelt, mazing its way through her fur, and streaming onto the ground in splashes that barely seemed audible over the heavy rain.
Malaya approached her mom, she was content on saying very little, showing her mom how it felt when someone only uttered a few words on an entirely important subject.
I'm leaving
she growled over the roaring rain.
Her mother simply nodded her silver head, her eyes gleamed mournfully though she tried to not show it. A single drop trickled down her cheek. Was it from the pouring rain, or was it a teardrop? Malaya didn't care, nor did she stick around long enough to find out. Without another word she began her endless and desolate journey in the pouring rain. The lightning boomed overhead only giving a few moments of light to guide her paw steps.
Malaya would never have a permanent home. She roamed the land, and stayed only for a few sunrises at the most in prey filled areas. She traveled alone, meeting few along her path. And so her 'history' ends here. Now, the rest of her history is yet to come
Health:
Health Issues; None
Scars; One of the back of her throat. About 6 inches long, one inch wide. Extends across the back of her throat. Slightly noticeable. From a battle in which a wolf tried to kill her by biting her neck.
Mental State; Malaya has a horrible temperament. She is quick to fight at the first harsh word directed toward her. Unlike other females, she could currently care less whether or not she finds a mate.
Image:
i99.photobucket.com/albums/l296/chaser_4_lyfe/wolf.jpg
Clan: Undecided
Herd: None
Mate: None
Friends: None
Family: Stated Above
Species: Wolf. (Makenzie Valley Wolf)
Role Play Sample:
Malaya drug herself into the dark but cozy cave on blistered bloody paws. As she came to a safe place, Malaya lay on the hard stone floor of the cave. Her muscles screamed and ached under the unbearable weight of her large body, but she put up with it as she had something over her head to shelter her, which hadn't occurred in a while. She weakly lifted her front blood caked paw up to her face to examine it, and considering she lay right next to the entrance of the cave, just enough light leaked through to reveal the sight of her paw. The paw was cracked, muddy, caked with blood, and unbelievably sore, which was expected from the endless traveling she had been doing. Her fur was covered in a film of sooty dust that had clung to her once beautiful silky silver fur from the breezes that had flowed constantly over the moors she had crossed.
With yellow orbs, Malaya searched over the sight which was her body. Huge, thick muscles made up the undercoat of her pelt. They were rock hard and solid. She was a large wolf for her breed, and she had muscles from the strength needed for the strenuous traveling much of her life had been made up of. Her long luscious fur was covered with a film of dust, but it still glimmered beautifully in the setting sun.
Malaya tilted her head slightly to scent the air around her. The damp scent of the depths of the cave met her nose, and she blinked in surprise at the scent of something else. When one is tired, ones senses aren't mearly as strong as they usually are, so she couldn't recognize the foreign smell but she knew it was coming from the depths of the cave. Pitch blackness made it impossible to see the shape hidden in the depths of the cave, which angered Malaya. Soon, a new burst of energy flooded her body.
Malaya's throat produced a threatening growl which bounced off the walls of the cave in a seemingly endless echo. The sound of her challenge was sung throughout the cave as it became louder and louder until her ears rung with the sound. She flexed her muscles proudly under her pelt and stood up on numbed paws as she bared her large ivory and sharp teeth at the corners of her curled up lips. Her once calm sleepy eyes rolled back slightly in anger and challenge.
Malaya was the kind of wolf who was short tempered.. If someone tried to challenge her back rather than treating her as superior, she would leap at their throat.. no questions asked. She hated feeling inferior, she thought of herself as Superior to all.
Malaya's fierce yellow orbs stared into the blank darkness and waited for the whimper or returning growl of the animal in the depths of the cave.
Your writing skills are superb, and if many would have just a small portion of your skills, I would be much happier. Of course a few might be like me and just be too lazy to do a profile like this. xD I've only ever wrote something like this when I reeeeally felt like it. Normally I'm too tired and lazy. lol Anyways enough of my blabbering. Accepted!
